Tag: Sailing
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Essex Regatta 1960
An archival flashback to the 11th Essex Regatta (and 34th Westport Regatta) as featured in August and September 1960 Valley News articles. Ready for summer?!
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Sometimes Sailing
Sometimes sailing? Yes, back to my home/sailboat pairing. Home as sailboat. Homing as sailing. A recurring exploration. Inspired by recent adventures with my extraordinary wife, best friend, and co-adventurer. Sometimes SailingSpringtime and autumnsunrise and sunsethoming and dwelling(and sometimes sailing)pair impossiblewith the possiblesurging, subsidingbeginning, endingcoming, departing healing, harboringand adventuring. Sailing home, coursing forward. And away. At…
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An Emotional Relationship
Another patchwork quilt of a post. If you’re chilly this afternoon or evening, maybe you can pull it up around your chin to warm up? If I’ve lost you already — an emotional relationship? a patchwork quilt?! — sorry about that. You’ll miss out on a sailing riff on homing. Or perhaps a homing riff…
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Favorite Sports: Top 5
What are your favorite sports to watch and play? It’s probably pretty clear to you that Susan and I enjoy an active (preferably outdoor) lifestyle. Sports are a big part of that. And outdoor sports were central to our original decision to swap NYC for Essex back in 2006. So today’s Bloganuary prompt has pretty…
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Leisure Time: Top 5
What do you enjoy doing most in your leisure time? Work and leisure are less clearly delineated for me than I suspect they are for others. Less binary, more overlapping. Sure, there have been plenty of unleisurely stretches of work throughout my life, but the sense of accomplishment and discipline and investment transcends this overly…
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Dream Job
What’s your dream job? Saturday, a day for job dreaming, right? Or telemark skiing… That’s how I spent my day. But now it’s time to wax wordy about my dream job. Jobs? Hybrid job? A dream job spanning diverse occupations, vertically dissimilar vocations. Let’s start with a few of the more obvious ingredients for my…
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Play Daily
From our first fanciful forays — pipe dreaming and what-iffing — Rosslyn represented for Susan and for me an opportunity to play more. Or so we imagined back in 2005 and 2006 as we slowly talked each other into a monumental life change. Although fantasy and reality haven’t overlapped exactly the way we conceived, most…
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Passing Split Rock
“I’m just now passing Split Rock,” I tell Susan while sailing north toward home. Or when heading to Point Bay Marina for refueling after a wakesurf or waterski session in Whallons Bay. Or when skating south on the frozen lake… Our Rosslyn lifestyle has been informed by the moods, temperament, activities, topography, and breathtaking beauty…
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Mary Wade Rock Art
Mary Wade’s Essex renderings are legendary. Her rock painting of Rosslyn’s boathouse depicts Rosslyn’s boathouse as viewed from the Essex-Charlotte ferry dock, an enterprise originally owned by her grandfather, if memory serves. This gift from Mary immediately became a favorite in our collection of her Rosslyn inspired creations. This certainly isn’t my first Mary Wade…
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Champlaining & ADK Surfing
Sometimes in September, we’re still wakesurfing. Once upon a time we actually continued watersports right until the end of October, breaking ice off of the boat cover, cocooning ourselves in layers of fleece, mittens, and hats… But that hasn’t happened for a few years. So today’s ADK surfing superhero snapshot is, in fact, an illusion…
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Red Sky at Night
Perhaps you’ve heard the adage that begins, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight”? On a recent evening looking west past Rosslyn’s carriage barn and icehouse, Susan snapped this image. Stunning. And confidence inspiring, even for a non-sailor, I imagine. When we see a red sky at night, this means that the setting sun is sending…
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Champlaining
I like to joke around with our friends, Amy Guglielmo and Brian Giebel about “Champlaining” (aka “Lake Champlaining”) when we’re puttering about on our glorious front yard: Lake Champlain. A common refrain, “Stop Champlaining!” is actually a lighthearted reminder that even on the clunkiest of days, time spent plying (or playing i/on) the waters of America’s greatest lake is…